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"Well, I woke up this mornin', didn't know right from wrong"
~ Tuesday, May 14 ~
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Reminds me of all of our dreams.

I miss you more than anything, despite what you think..

I just know what leaving has always done to us.


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“ You fear (and rightfully so) what I will do to your life. I would challenge every thought and insist on vivid detail and subtext. I would ask too much. I would be an upheaval, a time suck, the last thing you need in the tidy bohemian chaos of your story line. I am soft-bodied and warm blooded and entirely too conflicted and passionate to be any good to you. I would grab. I would insist. I would run my hands up your arm, put my mouth to your ear, and whisper “I love you.
— Clementine von Radics (from “May 23rd”)

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~ Saturday, May 11 ~
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~ Friday, May 10 ~
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~ Thursday, May 9 ~
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~ Monday, May 6 ~
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“ I remember riding in a taxi one afternoon between very tall buildings under a mauve and rosy sky; I began to bawl because I had everything I wanted and knew I would never be so happy again.
— F. Scott Fitzgerald

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I wish I wasn’t so fragile

‘Cause I know that I’m not easy to handle


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Natural Disaster

I used to like the chase, the cocaine highs of fighting for a relationship.

The two steps forward and three steps back across the dance floor.

I’m not impressed by that anymore.

If you love, love ferociously, because you never know when the tide may change.

Don’t take label as possession.

Take it as a compliment that I want to shout out my love for you to the roof tops.

I know I deserve someone who is fearless in ardor.

and you have always had a courageous heart. 

Tell me what pieces she’s broken, and put them on the floor.

We can stitch a new, stable, happy heart that will not deceive you. .

But, my love, do not cut me on those jagged edges where she ends and I begin.

The lines of affection appear blurry. 

(Perhaps I’m creating this in my head on a lack of sleep and a whole lot of feels toward everything changing, friends leaving, moving out and on.. just feelin’ silly, gotta shake shake shake it out of me)


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